The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-19
THE LUCK OF 4 FISHERMAN.
What Happened to a Fat Man Who
Went Fising in Connecticut.
From the Ne,c York Eucning S,tn.

was going 90 Greenwich, Conn, 10 fish. He
was also in search of a place where a per-
sons clothes did not act as q blotting pad.
There are places that are hotter than the
bridge station, but for ordinary wear the
elevated road will last a man as long as two
suits bought elsewhere. Some one had told
the fat man that the fishing was good at
Byram "md, near Greenwich. He there
upon b u Mt a rod, reel, and line and start
ed as o uSaid.
Being superstitious, he felt n hoodoo
thrown over his trip on account of red
headed, crOSS-eyed woman who sat opposite
in. the elevated train. Tho fat man took off
his hat 10 wipe his brow and the cross eyed
woman smiled and bowed. The fat man
was sure that his luck was gone then. Moth
ing of further note occurred until the Grand
Central depot was reached. Here was
jam. A gentleman who had kissed the
blarney stone elbowed his way into the de-
pot:
"Bedad faint any av these people got any
homesh' he said.
The fat man fought his way TO tho ticket
office, knocking colored baby over. step
ping on woman's Boston-sized foot, broke
dudes fish pole, and gourged an old maid
in the back with his umbrella III getting
there. He then fought his way to the train,
and luckily found seat on the shady side
of the car. He had just got comfortably
sec to when sweet voice asked:
rs this seat engaged"
mo; quite at your service, miss"
Great heavens! 1t was that red-headed,
croSs-eyed woman again. She was large for
her age, and took up the greater part of a
seat that the fat man needed for his own
comfort. Before the train started the wom-
an had got so well acquainted that she
asked:
''Is it hot enough for your
The fat man looked at his SIS fishing out
fit in the rack and heaved a sigh that sound
ed like car wheels squeezing around sharp
curve.
The woman became quite familiar on
short acquaintance. She saw the fish pole
and became Voluble. She told how she
loved to fish, and the fat man went out on
the platform and counted telegraph poles to
change his luck.
Arriving at Greenwich he was driven to
the Lenox House. where oil the heightened
amateur fishermen stop, Mr.. Hamilton,
one of the proprietors, is an amateur. Mr..
Perry, the other end of the firm, is a pro-
fessional; that is, you would judge so to
hear him tell about the number of bass he
caught.
There are a number of fishermen now at
the Lenox House, and after dispatching a
fine meal the fat man joined the crowd on
the veranda and waited for a chance to tell
his first story, but like the letter sung in
song, it never came. Charles Forbes, of
New York, started out to tell how many
pickerel he caught up in Maine one sum
mer, but said he would will wait till he
heard some of the others. as he didn't wish to
strain his reputation more than a point or
two at the present state of the market.
Then Mr.. Perry cut loose He caught sixty
five black bass and ten pickerel in two
hours and thirty-seven minutes by the
watch.
THAT'S nothing" interrupted Judge San
Ananias could double the number in the
same time"
I'D like to know where the connection is
between a fish story and Ananias~ asked
Perry
81 only Judge from the reputation An
anias had for stretching the truth. He
was such a terrible liar that he must have
been a dandy fisherman"
After the laugh subsidized, the fat man
tried to work in his story, but lady clad
in snowy muslin, with a truthful look in
her eyes, spoke up:
81 can tell bigger fish story than any of
you gentlemen"
Lets have it, was the chorus.
"My corsets are made from whalebone
taken from the jaw of the whale that swal-
lowed Jonah"
Iler6 were no more IlSD Stories UOl1.
Sunday was appropriately observed. The
ladies sat on the piazzas and talked about
nothing. The men lolled about under the
shade trees reading the papers or played
penny ante out in the barn. The church
bells tolled and Greenwich people who have
got good clothes went to divine worship
The fat man ate so much that. he slept all
day and dreamed of the wonderful things
that Explorer Stanley found in the water in
Africa.
He set his alarm clock to go off at a. m
on the glorious Fourth, but he was up long
before that. A boy threw giant cracker
into the window that smelled like Barren
Island and made a noise loud enough to
raise the dead.
The fishing party, which consisted of Mr.
Hamilton, Judge Sanderson, and the fat
man, hurriedly breakfasted and climbed into
a carryall that rivaled the deacon's one
boss shay. Just as the party started Mr..
Perry, accompanied by a colored porter
came round the corner of the house. Mr..
Perry wanted to go but couldn't, and the
colored man didn't want to go but had to.
He carried a 40-pound watermelon, and as
he put it in the wagon he looked up at the
Judge with grin.
well sir." the Judge shouted.
"Good mawnin', Judge, good mawnin'."
''What are you grinning at, sir"
Else not GRIMM, sab"
eyes, sir, you are, sir; do | look ludicrous
enough to laugh at@
mo, sab"
!'Well, what are you grinning at theng'
81 was jis' tinkin' what mOnstrous fine
time yous gwine to have eatin' dat var
watermillion, dat's all, sah.n
Henry Buckhart, cashier of the Fourth
National Bank, who has the record on bull
heads, r. j. Mills, who built the Second
avenue elevated road and was the champion
at spearing cells in his boyhood, Joseph S.
Case, of Wall street, who is the only man
that can catch suckers with a hook and
Charles r. Forbes, of the Marvin Safe Com
pany, whose St Louis record on catfish has
never been broken, got up early to see the
fishermen off.
1t was delightful ride in the cool, early
morning, the robins chirping and the slant
ing shadows Of the rising sun made it very
pleasant for the fat man who was in fear of
evoluting into grease spot. Six miles had
been covered when the Judge began to
swear. He had left his pistol.
"Well, what of it, We are not going
hunting,n said Hamilton.
mo, but we will want drink though"
II was agreed to go on to a little store
two miles further where liquids were sold.
'Have you got any good whiskyF' asked
the Judge.
"Waal, l shouldn't wonder, mister.
There's some rye that gin II shillin's gal
lon for in New York"
The fat man said half pint was
enough. A little beyond was a Germans
,l,a,. haff rsa1 40 fat